When the helicopter lands on the other side of the creek auntie Koh tends to fall over. Despite the paddles.
Auntie Koh also tends to fall over when her nephew trades stocks. Makes a fortune. And announces he's buying a helicopter.
But Auntie Koh is sympathetic to Oscar nominated actors of every racial and sexual persuasion especially when they have good manners and a way with words. This much she knows to be true.
Brown, having decided it was time to stand up and be counted, stood up. And waited. But with no-one around who knew how to count, he thought better of it. Sat down again. Went to sleep. And had a dream. And in the dream he was on a podium. The biggest podium ever. Before a crowd. The largest biggest hugest crowd ever. And then Brown started to speak.
“I have a speech today”, Brown started hesitantly, somehow feeling that something wasn't quite right.
“I have a speech today…..that…. one day I will have something awesome to say.
“I have a speech today.
“That alternative Cats will live side by side with other alternative Cats who are exactly the same. I have a speech today.
"That our glorious derelict factory will one day rise from the ashes and become great again. I have a speech today”. Brown was getting well into his stride by now. Rapid eye movement abounding.
"I have a speech that one day I will tell you I thought I heard you laughing, and I thought I heard you sing. I think I thought I saw you try”. There was no stopping Brown now.
"I have a speech....that the light will show us the way. And down in the sun drenched ghettos and tenement buildings we will together go into the light and create a brave new world where Alternative Cats will mutter and also matter. Where Alternative Cats’ hedge funds will matter. Where Alternative Cats’ wives matter. I made a speech today."
At which point the rapid eye movement ceased. And there was nothing left but a spent Brown, lying there in the corner, in the spotlight, losing his.....
And that was that.
Or at least it would have been.
But unfortunately nobody wasn’t listening.
And as if by uncanny coincidence, on the other side of the creek, and at the very same moment that nobody wasn't listening, there was commotion preparing itself for action.
Vladjek Mislovic was shuffling, in a long, slower than usual zig-zag patten, towards The Bridge. No banner. No protest. Just Vladjek, out walking, with his left leg.
From her rightful place under the helicopter, auntie Koh felt the same wind of change and insolence that ruffled Tiger Stripe's balls. And then, something else too. The barely perceptible sound of bullets looking. Bullets looking for a soft damp warm place to hide.
"There's a storm coming." Auntie Koh whispered. And as usual. She wasn't wrong.
to be continued.....
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